Pope D'or - Swish lyrics

[Verse 1: Sir Matthew] First things first we just came here to f** sh** up Face down, a** up Blunt in my hand, gin in my cup Suffering from FOMO, I can't get enough I say uh always know I'll be the one in the Matrix Seeing right through all that fake sh** Most of them two face like Edward Mordake is I tend to evade it, go straight for the greatness It's all in the brain, I go hard as a caveman And try not to cave in Stay in a lane of my own, I'm just headed for the throne Feet on the ground so I live in the moment Girls ain't on diets they all wanna bone us Fresh up off the corner, middle finger, who want it Up in the sky taking sh**s on opponents You get the cheese and expose it to rodents The game is f**en dirty, we don't play fair Shoe fits n***a we gone stay here Shoe fits but I need a new pair Cold a** nights, used to sleep all on the floor One opportunity,we gone get it then we gone Just know that there'll be pressure when you sitting on the throne [Bridge] Two sips from my two cups, two puffs from my two blunts Two sips from my two cups, two puffs from my two blunts Two sips from my two cups, two puffs from my two blunts Two sips from my two cups, two puffs from my two blunts Slam dunk, Derrick Rose Got the jump, my n***a Kobe Leave these n***as like Lamar Odom Steph Curry n***a game over Slam dunk, Derrick Rose Got the jump, my n***a Kobe Leave these n***as like Lamar Odom Steph Curry n***a game over [Hook] When I make it I'ma ball on 'em Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish When I make it I'ma ball on 'em Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish [Verse 2: Hansolo] Masked up like its Halloween That's my mean mug what you know about me Double cup with that (?), Homie I swear to God I never went to prom, homie Reckless, yeah my jeans torn Like a gold chain my n***as put me on These hoes need to get a grip Coked up with your silly a** Some say I'm the bad guy f** with me, that's suicide War wrapped, got my straw checked Couple line for a couple steps Forward, no turning back These n***as better come strapped Move tracks like they move crack Fantasize 'bout getting big checks Hit Atlanta for a lap dance Magic City, do my money dance Reckless Youth the last generation 90s babies put your ones up One time for my rich n***as One time for my broke n***as Better rob a phoney when you see one n***as Swish game on Steph Curry n***a [Verse 3: FlexXFillemon] Taking your time, we taking off its easy Royalisle, the Reckless Youth, believe it Solo so composed and focused, jeez it's Fillemon, I got the flow, get sea sick Overload with solar flow, its heat b**h 'Bout to blow, I know that y'all can feel it I hope you ready my n***a, its summer now I'm finna make it my n***a So quit the hating my n***a, we finna ball Black Timbalands and some dank for my b**h Black with demands cause I know I'm the sh** Fake shaking hands, I just give 'em my wrist Wrist game on dunk and the 3's are never off And thanks to support the D, ain't never soft Got a couple gee that fiend for Fillemon Feeling like the Medici, I'm finna ball [Hook] When I make it I'ma ball on 'em Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish When I make it I'ma ball on 'em Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish [Verse 4: CUPIDO] These dudes get waxed like my girl's coochie Get eaten up like my girl's coochie n***as came in spraying but they ain't my girl's coochie And man I love my girl, I go hard for that coochie Rolling round with my n***as whyling Our wrists stay popping, Royalisle the army Godless no conscious, man, chronic toxins Nostrils and lozenges, we ain't give a f** I'm rolling round with my joints as long as my hair is I might pa** out Shining tracks more like cooking crack n***a Justin's crib is the cash house Assa**ination stores emancipation When I finally do it they'll be glad I made it Muddy Valastro we keep the cakes in Chilling with my shades on like I'm Ray Charles